Here is what the kitchen looked like when we moved in except that there used to be a large pantry where that wall area has been torn out. Our contractor built a new pantry right next to where the old pantry was located. This allowed for enough wall space to let us relocate a ten foot stretch of upper cabinets from the north wall to the west wall. And then we cut a big hole in the north wall to [...]

New Orleans Bed and Breakfast

November 21st, 2010

We stayed on the edge of the Garden District just a few blocks off of Magazine street. When we were first trying to find this place, it was getting dark and we drove right by it a few times because we looked at it from this angle and said, well… that can’t be our B and B!

But it was.

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The inside was very different than the outside.

Our room was on the third floor.

We climbed the stairs several times a day, which helped me feel better about all the beans and rice, gumbo, oysters, seafood, alligator sausage, creole pasta, bloody marys, and Abita beer that we consumed.

On our first morning we ate breakfast on the porch.

I loved this porch.

I could have spent the entire weekend here.

Our host (the guy with the college yearbook fetish) served my husband a fabulous vegetarian omelette on the porch. I declined the omelette because I had already eaten a chocolate pecan scone and a cup of granola and quite frankly a vegetable omelette just didn’t sound that fantastic to me. I’m in New Orleans! I don’t want a vegetable omelette! Plus I was thinking about how much we would probably over-indulge throughout the day and maybe exhibiting a little control at least at breakfast would be a good thing. The CD leaned over and muttered under his breath that we were paying enough for this place that I ought to get the freakin’ omelette. I told him I would just eat a little of his omelette, but the CD said to get my own omelette. Our host sensing a bit of friction said he would make a nice big omelette - a FOUR EGG omelette and so I thought that was a very nice compromise, but the CD did not and he said I couldn’t have any of his omelette. And then our host brought the omelette out and it was filled with farm fresh veggies from the farmer’s market and it had buttered toast and it smelled like heaven and I had never seen or heard of such a wonderful vegetable omelette so I ate probably about half of the CD’s omelette and he was not at all happy about it.

Across the courtyard from the porch, there was a little house with five additional guest rooms.

I had to snoop around a bit.

It included a little kitchen for guests to use.

The second day we had breakfast in the dining room.

I ordered my own breakfast this time.

As the weekend went along and we spent more time with our host, he gradually moved away from the topic of his vast collection of college yearbooks and morphed into a very interesting guy. In this photo we are in the midst of discussing circumcision, the Catholic church, Judaism, Voodoo, the comparative cultures of Boston, Miami and New Orleans (according to our host, Boston needs a beach, Miami needs smart people and New Orleans has just about everything). He told us a really funny story about attending his first Catholic funeral (he’s Jewish). It was basically just about how ornate the service was and how medevial it all seemed and how he felt like he was watching a sorcerer performing incantations and how when he left he was kind of weirded out.

Maybe you had to be there….

Oh! And he also told us about some great New Orleans restaurants and every one of his recommendations that we tried was great.

On Sunday after breakfast he took us up to the roof of his building.

There were things up there that we would have never noticed down below.

Looks like a fantastic place & I adore the bright colors on the porch. The screen door is lucious!

JJ:

Beautiful B&B!

Martha in Kansas:

What was that building originally? Inside it looks like a residence. Outside, perhaps a factory or part of something else. I can’t understand it! Lovely interior!

Kay in KCMO:

Oh my gosh, that’s gorgeous!

I’m curious about the figure hanging from the chimney – would that be classified as a gargoyle or something else entirely? It’s very intriguing and I think I might want one if ever I find myself in possession of a chimney.

Pat:

Please e-mail me the name of the B & B. We love NO and have not been back since the flood and we think we are now ready to tackle the loss and enjoy the rebuilding.